But he just liked watching her eat, liked to take care of her.
Every time he saw her appetite burst forth and she ate with great relish, he felt good.
"Okay."
After Wen Xiao'ai agreed, she couldn't help but look towards the silent Baozi, who had been staring at the drunkard.
It was somewhat strange.
She couldn't help but follow Baozi's gaze towards the drunkard.
What's with Baozi?
Why was he staring at the drunkard the whole time?
The boy stood there, his eyes, which had lost their original brightness and turned dark red, fixed intently on the drunkard sitting on the sofa.
Suddenly, his heart felt incredibly, unbearably anguished, as though he wanted to die, and he was overwhelmed with the impulse to cry.
Who is he, who is he.
The boy stared at the drunkard, his emotions gradually becoming more agitated.
He raised his hand, touching the area over his heart.
It hurt, it hurt so much here.
He was merely a remnant soul, why did his heart still ache.
